Juntian map

In the room, Tianjixing, known as Mr. Jiu, took out a picture of the sheepskin and spread the tabletop.

So on Double Ninth Festival and Yue, the three of them, don’t come forward.

It turns out that the sheepskin painted is a map of the rivers and mountains of the Emperors' League in Zhongzhou. In addition to the thirteen impregnable royal cities around it, it is almost exhaustive and the moonlight of the emperor's capital is left blank.

The three of them, who were the ten-son companions in the past, did not find it strange to me.

Because they knew that the final relocation of the Emperor Alliance was the real dragon and tiger den, even the Venerables in the Realm of Transformation could not hide the four pairs of eyes in the sky and the earth without knowing it.

Canglong Pantian.

Qiongqi volleys.

It has nothing to do with disguise and infiltration. These two mountain-stricken beasts that are not inferior to Tiandong Leize have been buried since the day the emperors are built, and the best proof is that they have never opened their eyes in five hundred years.

Jiuxing Tianji pointed at the blank space of the sheepskin picture with his right index finger and said, "The fourth level..."

Yue and the other three interrupted: "It is not easy to draw 99% of the Emperor Alliance. Besides, the fourth level has always been the main land of the Emperor Alliance Thunder Pool. Even the Tianji Pavilion at its heyday is hard to say that it is foolproof. Mr. Jiu doesn't have to do it himself.

Hum."

Tianjixing, who was respected as Mr. Jiu, smiled and speechless, just looked down at the picture.

However, something strange happened.

In the sight of the four people, a thick ink line appeared out of thin air in the blank space of the sheepskin picture, and then the second and third strokes... It seemed that there was an invisible ghost and god in the room who was drawing a picture.

Those lines combinations look like a mountain top.

Then, a mansion appeared in front of the top of the mountain.

Front, back, left, north, south, west and east.

Streets and alleys, towers and pavilions.

The four people's eyes moved with the ink lines, as if they were in the fifteenth month pass of the emperor's capital, walking through it in the scene.

Yue and the other two were a little surprised: "This?"

Mr. Jiu said: "Often, no one can pass the 15th month pass. But tonight is different. Emperor Wuxiong invites the heroes of the Thirteen Fenglou to go to the banquet. It is an opportunity."

Chongyang said coldly and warmly: "The Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong are really everywhere."

Mr. Jiu smiled and said, "It's all a word of praise."

Mo Xiangqi remembered an isolated book that he had read in Tianji Pavilion about the treasures of the world: "Is it the Moonlight Treasure Box?"

Tianjixing looked up at Mo Xiangqi: "Miss Mo actually knows the Moonlight Treasure Box?"

Mo nodded.

The book records that the eight hundred sects in Tiandong have an ancient treasure called the Moonlight Treasure Box. It is said to be a treasure ware, but in the end it is a long wooden ink-colored box with two rolls of five-foot sheepskin hidden inside, with unknown sources.

When Chen Qing, the Holy Lord of Tiandong, got this thing, he had a message left to his disciples, saying that the sheepskin raised in the box is rare in the world. The author only needs to reflect the moon.

Under the color, whether it is writing or painting one of the scrolls, no matter whether it is thousands of miles apart, the content of the paintings will appear on another scroll of the scrolls.

It is somewhat similar to the magical powers and two-mind knowledge of ancient methods, which are mysterious and unspeakable.

Yue and the other three asked, "I dare to ask the person sitting upright on Yue Se and holding a pen to draw..."

Jiuxing Tianji said: "A child from the Jun family is named Jun Xinsi. He is also considered to be the juniors."

The words just fell.

There was a round of full moon with obvious gaps in the sheepskin map, hanging on the entire night sky of the Imperial Alliance.

The three of them looked at each other on Chongyang.

Jiuxing Tianji sighed helplessly.

It's really just a child.

...

In the rolling curtain wind building where the fifth family was in charge, the twelve-year-old boy who looked a bit similar to Jun Zeyu put down his pen, stood up happily and walked around the desk, grabbed the pear on the table and ate it. stand up.

Someone pushed the door open.

It is Mulang Xiejun with peach blossoms on his hair.

The boy named Junxin was shocked and suddenly stood up, with sweet pears hidden behind his hands. He was honest and did not move.

Mulang Xiejun walked straight to the desk, looked at the sheepskin paintings with neat and solemn paintings, and then looked at the full moon that was bulging.

The strange-looking Muro Xiejun turned his head to look at the young man: "What are you going to draw a pear that has been gnawed?"

I wish the young man who only likes my heart wiped his mouth and smiled: "It's not a pear! That's the moon."

Mulang Xiejun held his forehead and said, "Tell me, have your Ming royal uncle been imprisoned in the fifteenth month?"

The young man shook his head vigorously: "The Ninth Master said that the situation of the Ming royal family's books is unclear, so it is not advisable to use the two hearts of the ancient method that is similar to my heart."

Mulang Xiejun was speechless: "I took you to take a risk to the moonlight in the fifteenth month, and then I drew a pear? Or was it gnawed by a dog?"

The boy argued: "It's said it's the moon..."

...

In the room.

Yues and the other two said: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. They are likely to be locked in the last level of the city gate. Even in Yutian Mansion, they are not sure."

Chongyang shook his head: "No."

Yue and the other three asked, "Why can't?"

Chongyang said: "Because this is a forbidden place."

Yue and the other two said, "No one is allowed to enter and exit?"

Mo Xiangqi said: "Although that guy has little cultivation, he is at least agile and can only be considered a dangerous person. Even if Di Wulei stays with him, he may not be able to fall asleep."

Chongyang said again: "I have heard some news these days."

The three people, including Tianjixing, all looked at the face covered by the black robe.

Chongyang said: "

I heard that when Chen Tianxin was born many years ago, Chen Li, as the head of the family, did several things for the general of the remnant punishment. For example, Kong Kuzhu, feasting around the world, offering sacrifices to the gods, and later the remnant ox."

Yue and the other two frowned: "These trivial matters..."

Chongyang interrupted and said, "It's not a trivial matter."

Jiuxing Tianji said: "This just shows that Chen Li actually loves his Tianxin Abroad Beautiful Girl."

Chongyang echoed: "There is no doubt that he is a kind father. There is no kind father in the world who can watch his daughter be imprisoned without knowing life and death, and remain calm and indifferent."

Yue and the other two asked, "What do you want to say?"

Jiuxing Tianji couldn't help but show his appreciation to Chongyang: "Chen Tianxin is very likely to be placed under house arrest in Kuwang City and be confined to the Shen family. This is a means used by Di Wulei to comfort Chen Li."

Chongyang continued: "Step a step back, Di Wulei's purpose is to obtain the Hetu Luoshu and the Book of Life and Death. It doesn't matter where Jun Zeyu and Shen Tianxin were detained."

Yuesan and Mo Xiangqi were silent for a long time.

After some thought, there will be no objection.

I heard Jiuxing Tianji ponder and said, "As for Master Mo..."

Tianjixing pointed at Gongshu Fenglou in the Thirteen Wind Tower and fell into deep thought, while the fingers of Chongyang fell on the mountain in the 15th moonlight city gate.

...

March 3rd.

The snow began to vaguely fly in the middle of the city, and the fragmented and chaotic snowflakes seemed to countless elves suddenly arrived with the wind all night, falling on the rooftops and the ground and the wellhead.

Perhaps for millions of ordinary people, flying snow in March is an ordinary thing, just like the tender green buds. However, the same wind and snow fall on the practitioners, especially those who gather in Zhongzhou and the world, are invited to the world.

In the eyes of those big shots, there is a secret of sorrow at this moment.

Because from now on, it no longer represents auspiciousness, it will only become a symbol of chaos and separation.

It no longer comes from the sky, it comes from the west of the sky.

The sky is flying snow, the war is fierce... Even though the Imperial Alliance is in a deep state, Luo Changfeng resolutely believes that there must be a way to solve it when he is in it, and it is very simple and just break it. Because the truth of fists is always much more practical than the mouth, this is the ultimate truth

After countless practices, it stands tenable.

But the road to the west is far beyond reach, and the battle situation is changing rapidly.

How to avoid worrying?

...

Everyone in the academy is in their own position.

Leading by Luo Changfeng, behind him were Li Xingyun and Li Luo, followed by Yingtian and other academy Taoist deacons, who sat in sequence without any absence.

Sitting on the top of the mountain.

The mountain name Emperor’s Mausoleum is located behind the Yutian Mansion. Yes, this forbidden tomb of the Emperor’s Alliance, which has always existed in rumors, is the place where the world meeting was held.

There is no limit on the number of people, and all the heroes are on the top of the mountain.